This story got cut from my latest short story collection, Women on Top. I've no idea why, though I have my suspicions.
VIRGINIA
“UNH UNH UNH UNH.”
Virginia braced her arms to hold steady as Brian thrust his dick inside of her from behind, and counted to pass the time.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.
He gripped her hips with his sweaty palms and pulled harder, his belly skin clapping against her ass, his un-scaped pubic hair scratching against her inner thighs.
Eight. Nine. Ten.
She squeezed her Kegel muscles, hoping it would make him come faster, but it only made him grunt and slap her ass with his hand, which she found irritating, so she released those muscles and focused, instead, on doing little crunches with her abs, tucking her pelvis under, thinking about keeping her spine straight in proper table top Pilates alignment.
She had been married to Brian for one and a half years, and it was everything she had feared. He worked late was too tired to want to talk when he got home. When he had time off, he felt too entitled to the freedom to waste it on anything but what he wanted to do, and he supposed that telling her she didn’t have to come to the baseball game or his friend’s party with him was the same thing as a choice.
“Flip over,” he panted, pulling out and pushing her by the hips gently to the side as she rolled back over onto her back and spread her legs, between which he cast his gaze before closing his eyes, and reaching into his brain’s store of porn imagery as he used his hand to re-establish his erection, before guiding it inside of her, spitting on his hand and sloppily fingering her just enough to ease its entry.
Sex had become a routine, a standard sequence of eight uninventive postures Brian rotated through on the increasingly infrequent nights when he felt in the mood.
His body moved on top of hers, the fat of his getting-fatter belly jiggling against her getting-more-toned-as-she-used-exercise-to-absorb-her-libido abs and his skin started to percolate with sweat that moistened her own.
“UNH UNH UNH UNH,” he said, ramming into her insides as her body scratched against the sheets, her loose hair pulling on the pillow.
It hadn’t always been like this.
When they had first gotten together, he had been wild and inventive, throwing her body into positions she didn’t know were possible, eating her out with such skill and gusto that she had been embarrassed to think about how many vaginas it had taken in his playboy years to acquire such knowhow.
But now he said he didn’t have the energy, which meant he didn’t have the will to prioritize sex with her amongst other things in his life that required energy, and so Virginia was back to being bored, and when Virginia got bored, she thought about what she wanted, and right now what she wanted was….chocolate.
“UNH, UNH, UNH, UNH.”
She stared at the ceiling, considering what form of chocolate she wanted most. Ice cream? A bar? Pudding, perhaps?
She scanned the provisions in the kitchen, and her lips parted with happy surprise when she landed on the carton of chocolate almond milk in the cabinet above the stove, the mere thought instigating wetness in her mouth.
“UNH, UNH, UNH, UNH.”
She felt her mind grow more active, thinking about what she would do to that fresh, unopened carton.
She imagined taking it down out of the cabinet, shaking it until it was really ready, pulling that thick foil safety cover back, carefully so as not to tear it. She imagined gently tipping the carton over and watching its goodness pour into a wine glass. Yes, it deserved a wine glass, a crystal one, in fact, for being so utterly flawless with its lean protein and dairy-and-gluten free charm and still perfect creamy sweet taste. She’d add ice to awaken the flavors, and a sprig of fresh mint to make it pop.
“UNH, UNH, UNH, UNH.”
Virginia closed her eyes and imagined her own role in the matter: she would wear her cashmere hoodie over braless breasts, with just her panties on bottom. She would carry the cooling glass to the couch, where she’d tuck her smooth, bare legs up under her as she leaned back on the sofa, closed her eyes, wet her lips and took a moment to breath in its aroma before she opened her mouth to it and devoured.
“Ohhhhhh!” she mused, arching her back with her mouth’s wanting for and anticipation of the pleasure waiting for her downstairs: of the thick, rich fullness in her mouth, the cold, refreshing ice pressing against her lip, the veins of the mint leaf disintegrating on her sucking tongue, the relaxation of her brain as it safely submitted to sweet satisfying bliss.
“Ohhhhh, yeeeees!” she cried, her neck arching back as her whole spine decompressed.
“You like that?” Brian panted, pulling her hair as he tilted his chin to grin down at her.
“Mmmmm….!” she sighed happily, keeping her eyes closed as she imagined taking an entire mouthful of it, through a straw, more and more and more, holding her breath until her cheeks were about to burst, and only then opening her throat to release it down her throat, her heartbeat pattering to regain her breath.
“How about this?” Brian said, revving up like a toy car, before pushing harder inside of her.
“You like that?” he asked. “You like my cock in your pussy?”
Virginia opened her eyes long enough to look at his freshly-motivated face, his eyes wild with the desire it used to have, and force a smile, because even though she recognized it, now, as foolish, she still believed in being a good wife, before she closed her eyes again, and dipped back into her imagination.
She relaxed further this time, into the un-inhibitions of her buried child brain, and imagined shrinking down as the glass of chocolate almond milk grew bigger. She stood on the rim and took off all her clothes, and lifted her arms high and pointed her toes as she dove into it, exhilarated by the soft liquid embracing her hands-head-shoulders-knees-and-toes.
She pulled her hands out from under Brian’s body and lifted her arms up over her head as if she were swimming, holding her breath as she imagining herself whisking through the sweet cream as it pulled gently at her free-flowing hair and hugged her torso and kissed her face and tickled her naked nipples and crept up into the spaces between her kicking legs and rear cheeks and she opened her mouth, realizing in chocolate milk one didn’t have to hold it, one could just open one’s mouth and drin -
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit,” Brian panted, interrupting.
Her eyes snapped open, and she saw his eyes wide, exhilarated and terrified as he blinked wildly down at her.
“Holy shit you are so fucking hot,” he said, gripping at her breasts with his hands that were not as suave as the chocolate almond milk that she watched evaporate as she shook her head, not wanting it to go or him to -
“UNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
It was too late.
He suspended above her in a grand last stand before tumbling forward, blanketing her in his mushy sweaty weight with one last satisfied grunt.
She took in a slow, deep breath and blinked at the ceiling and sighed it out as she swallowed the last of the imaginary pleasure.
“Holy fuck you are sexy,” he said, breathless, into the nape of her neck.
She kept her eyes on the blank ceiling, feeling his heartbeat’s rapid patter against her own. She bent her elbow and ran her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck, gently pulling the wet, thinning strands until their pulses finally settled down into in sync, at which point she felt her nipples pucker up against his sweaty skin, and realized, then, clearly, that it was time to have a baby.